I can feel a light breeze brushing my cheeks, coming from my window. I could hear that darn next door neighbor starting to cause some kind of riot…and I could hear that irritating sound coming from the push cart of that Julie’s bread man circling around our village. Argghhh…This can’t be true, please don’t tell me it’s already morning. I still want to close my eyes, I’m still tired…Please tell me I'm just dreaming, I don’t want to go to work. Not yet, I still want to curl up in bed. God, please…just five more minutes.
Just as I’ve allowed myself to be intoxicated again by the addictive power of sleep, I felt someone’s arm pulling me closer…I felt his warm body engulfing my cold skin, as if a sudden rush of security filled my entire being. Then this gorgeous man kissed my forehead and said, “Good morning sleepy head! I think someone should start getting ready for work”, I smiled weakly and nodded. But I dared not to move, I was so mesmerized by this man, who was lying beside me with his arms around me. I must have done something really nice to deserve this man. How could he love me despite my misgivings? I really don’t know what he sees in me. He must really like what he’s seeing because we have been dancing to this same tune for over a year now! Then I find myself staring at his face. He was lightly sleeping; he looked so peaceful, it’s as if he was so comfortable being by my side. Maybe it’s the weight of my stare because he opened his eyes suddenly and smiled…
I felt my face turn red…He then touched my face, smiled and said…I love you…then he went back to sleep again.
I smiled, gave him a quick kiss on his forehead then told him, I love him! I really like sleepovers! It’s so nice to wake up with someone you love beside you…Thank God for this man beside me.
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